An Ode To a Memory
You stand there oh so tall,
bringing shame to those
who came before you
and still you expose
Their greatest weakness
is that they can’t compare
to your silhouette
and no it’s not fair.
They try to make me happy,
thinking maybe one day
she’ll see through this shell and
see the color beyond this grey.
Sadly, they are mistaken
there is no other that can make
my heart a broken record
and still I find it breaks.
Broad shoulders,
a golden mane,
my eyes are blurred
I forgot your name.
Like Atlas you grasp
my world in your palm
I sing of you now and then
as though you were a psalm.
You’ll always be there.
Never will you leave,
the magical memory
of make-believe.
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